He had done his best, pitching with determined fury that resulted in two outs. But at least it gave her more time. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. If you forget your sex, jade, I must forget mine. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror. She still had her letter of credit. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. But it is my fault. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness.
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